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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 cv313 to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Accadde A,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.