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 Canada 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.