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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.