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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.