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 Cuba and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.