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 Guatemala 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.