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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nas to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.