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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Last Poets to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
PIL,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.