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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.