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 China and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.