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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.