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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.