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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.