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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.