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 Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.