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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.