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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
10cc,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.