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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.