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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.