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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Cymande,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Sparks,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.