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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Brick,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.