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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.