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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Whodini,
Wings,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.