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 Montenegro and from London.
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 New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.