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 China and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Index,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.