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 Senegal 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.