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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.