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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.