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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.