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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.