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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
MC5,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
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.