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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
UT,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.