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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Mars,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.