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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
John Holt,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.