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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.