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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.