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 Samoa 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the rap 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Faust,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.