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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.