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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.