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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.