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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.