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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Jandek,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.