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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Faust,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.