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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.