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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.