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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.