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 Peru 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.