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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.