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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.