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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.