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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.