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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.