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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Y Pants to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.