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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s 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?
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
UT,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.