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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.