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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Wake to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.