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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the techno 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.