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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.