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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.