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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 808 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Cameo,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.