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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.