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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
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 Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.