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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.