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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
the Normal,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.