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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.