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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Faust,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Brick,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.