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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 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 Blossom Toes 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.