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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.