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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Nas,
The Martian,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.