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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
JFA,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.