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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalann 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Kayak,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.