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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.