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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.