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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.