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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.