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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.