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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.