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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.