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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.