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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
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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.