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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.