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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Fear,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.