Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.