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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Toasters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.