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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.