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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.