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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
X-101,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.