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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Index,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.