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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.