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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
Das Ding,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.