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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
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Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.