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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.