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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.