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 Sudan and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.