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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
The Busters,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.