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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The Victims,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.