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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.