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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.