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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.