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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.