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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.