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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.