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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.