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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.