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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.