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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.