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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.