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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Organ to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.