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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.