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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
The Litter,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Mars,
Index,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.