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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.