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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.