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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
UT,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.