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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.