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 Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.