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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.