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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.