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 Spain and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.