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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.