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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.