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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Lyres,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.