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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.