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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.