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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.