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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Index,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.