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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.