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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.