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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.