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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.