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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.