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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.