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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
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 Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.