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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.