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 Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.