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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.