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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.