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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.