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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.