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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.