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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.