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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.