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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.