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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Chrome,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.