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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.