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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.