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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.