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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.