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 Uruguay 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.