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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.