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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.