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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Soft Machine to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.