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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.