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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.