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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.