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 Tonga and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.