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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.