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 Korea South and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.