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 Iran 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.