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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.