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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.