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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.