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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.