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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.