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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Red Krayola to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Nico,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.