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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.