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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.