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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 808 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The Names,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.