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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.