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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Can,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.