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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.