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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Wire,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.