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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.