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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.