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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.