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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.