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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.