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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the punk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.