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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
UT,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.