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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.