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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.