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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.