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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.