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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.