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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.