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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.