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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.