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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.