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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.