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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.