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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.