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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.