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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.