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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.