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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.