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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.