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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.