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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.