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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.