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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.