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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.