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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.