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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.