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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonics to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.