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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Leaves to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Brick,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.