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 France and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.