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 India and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.