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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Monks,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.