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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.