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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.