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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.