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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.