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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.