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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.