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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.