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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Oneida,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.