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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.