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 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.