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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
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.