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 Grenada and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Dark Day,
UT,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.