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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Monks,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.