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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.