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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.