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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.