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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
JFA,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
The Wake,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.