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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.