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 China and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.