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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 JFA to the rock 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.