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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.