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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
The Sound,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.