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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.