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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.