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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.