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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.