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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Crime,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.