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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.