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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.