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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.