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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.