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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.