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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Pole,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.