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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.