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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.