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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.