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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
The Wake,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.