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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Television,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.