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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Sister Nancy 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.