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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.