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 India and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.