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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.