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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.