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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.