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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.