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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Ronan,
Urselle,
DNA,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.