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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.