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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.