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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.