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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
the Human League,
Q65,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.