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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.