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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.