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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mojo Men to the punk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Smog,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.