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 Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.