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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.