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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mars to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
The Victims,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.