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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.