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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The New Christs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.