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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.