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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.