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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.