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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.