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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.