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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.