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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Little Man,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.