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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Wings,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.