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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Can,
The Leaves,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.