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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
Visage,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.