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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.