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 the UAE and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.