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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.