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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.