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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Crime,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.