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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.