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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.