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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.