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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.