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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Hardrive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.