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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.