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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.