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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.