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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.