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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.