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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.