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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.