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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.