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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.