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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.