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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.