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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Wire,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.