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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Main Source,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.