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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Scion,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.