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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Can,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.