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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Monks,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.