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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.