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 Colombia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.