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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.