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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Organ to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.