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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.