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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.