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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Index,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.