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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.