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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.