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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pole to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.