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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Magma,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.