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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Slave,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.