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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
UT,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
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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.
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.