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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.