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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.