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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.