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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.