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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 the Normal to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.