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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.