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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.