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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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?
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.