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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 rhodes 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.