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 Malta 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.