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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.