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 Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.