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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.