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 Lithuania 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.