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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.