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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.