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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Wings,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.