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 Panama and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.