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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Names to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.