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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '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 The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.