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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Standells 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.