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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Skarface,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.