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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Monks,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.