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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.