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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pop Group to the grime 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.