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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.