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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Hashim,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.