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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.