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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.