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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.