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 Lithuania 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
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.