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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.