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 Cyprus 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roxette to the grime 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.