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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
PIL,
MC5,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
X-102,
The Human League,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.