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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Mars,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.