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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.