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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.