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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Smog,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.