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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.