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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Lyres,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.