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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.