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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.