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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.