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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.