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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Ossler,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.