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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Technova,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.