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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Names,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.