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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.