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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.