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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide 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 Black Bananas to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.