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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Pole to the rap 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.