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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.