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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.