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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.