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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Josef K,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.