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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.