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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.