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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.