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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.