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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.