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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 American Breed to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
10cc,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.