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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Faust,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.