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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.