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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Cure to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.