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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.