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 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.