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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Wire,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Franke,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.