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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.