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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.