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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cale to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.