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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the jazz 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.