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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
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the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.