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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.