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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.