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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.