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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Gong,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.