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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.