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 Bahamas and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
10cc,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.