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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.