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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Crime,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.