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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.