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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Excepter,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.