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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Can,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.