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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.