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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Franke,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.