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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.