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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.