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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jacques Brel 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.