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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.