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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.