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 Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.