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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.