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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.