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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Wire,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.