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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.