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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Nas,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.