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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 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?
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.