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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.