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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.