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 Niger 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.