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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.