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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.