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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Audionom,
ABC,
The Associates,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.