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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.