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 Eritrea and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.