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 Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.