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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.