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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.