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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.