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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s 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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
ABC,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.