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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.