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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.