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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.