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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.