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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.