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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Victims,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Flipper,
Scion,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.