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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.