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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.