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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.