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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.