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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
June Days,
New Order,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.