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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.