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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Television,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.