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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.