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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.