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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.