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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Brick,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.