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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 rhodes 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.