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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.