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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.