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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gun Club 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
John Holt,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Camouflage,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.