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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.