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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
the Association,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.