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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
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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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
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Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.