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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Underground Resistance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.