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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.