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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 London and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.