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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.