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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.