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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Moebius,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.