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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.