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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
X-102,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Adolescents,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.