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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.