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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.