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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.