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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.