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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.