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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.