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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Nico,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.