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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.