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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.