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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.