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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.