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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.