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 Tajikistan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Wings,
June Days,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.