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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.