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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.