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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Mars,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.