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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.