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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Nas,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.