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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.