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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.