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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.