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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Index,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
June Days,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.