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 Brazil 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.