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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Wire,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.