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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Ronan to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
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.