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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.