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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.