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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.