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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Ludus,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.