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 Spain 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
MDC,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.