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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.