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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.