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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Amon Düül,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.