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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.