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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Franke,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Swans,
DNA,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.