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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Move to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.