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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Swell Maps to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
10cc,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.