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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 oboe 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.