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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.