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 Niger and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.