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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Vogues 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
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.