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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.