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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.