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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.