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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.