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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.