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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.