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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Residents 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.