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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.