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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.