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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Ten City,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.