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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.