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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Names to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.