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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.