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 Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.