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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.